I can't get over how our words are similar and I can't make use of all the sense you're making now I'd like to leave this town without catastrophe Where the shaking of our hands will hear it's hereditary it's an old cold street where old folks teeth shine in the headlamps I can't get underneath the stars tonight 'cause the streetlamps over there are far to bright I'd like to build a house where we could stay where the drunken winter shivers words from far away it's an old cold street where old folks meet out in the moonlight